Cyclones in Burma, earthquakes in China
and I lost my jacket. The one with the hood
that kept my cap from being soaked in the rain
or blown away on a windy day.
This is not the only tragedy in my personal life today,
but it is the one 1 choose to write on.
It is more than a symbol, it is a
reality and a mystery.
How can a jacket disappear when you
have laid it in the passenger seat of
your car, which when you are not
in your habitual parking place you
lock carefully. You remember especially
that you chose not to don it, though it was chilly,
until you reached for it and it wasn’t there.
I do have another jacket, do not fear,
though that one has no hood and is
light for this time of year.